My Savior

6.

I woke up at 10 am and look out my window. It's raining which makes it look kinda gloomy.

I like that. Fits my mood perfectly.

I put on some gym shorts and an white crop top.

I put my earbuds in and go onto my balcony.

I cry letting my tears blend in with the rain.

I saw something out of the corner of my eye but chose to ignore it until I felt a sharp pain in my temple.

"Ow, shit," I saw touching it, to pull back with a dribble of blood on my finger. I look down and there's a pebble.

I stand up and look over the edge to see Jackson.

"Oh fuck!" I obviously didn't want him to see me today but the universe decides to fuck with me.

"I'm coming up," He says before I can protest.

I watch him climb up to ensure he doesn't hurt himself.

"What the fuck? Are you okay?" He questions in a panic, gesturing to my temple.

I had my stomach covered with my arms.

"Did I do that?" he questions

"If you were the one who threw the peddle then yes, you did this," I tell him

"Here let me help you clean it up," He offers even though it's not that bad

"Let me get a jacket first," I tell him turning around as he says okay.

"What the hell happened?" He questions with a pissed off tone

I put my jacket on and zip it. I quickly shush him. "My mom will hear you and nothing happened," I tell him. He rolls his eyes before walking forwards and trapping me against the wall, between his arms.

"Bullshit! Who did this to you and don't you dare lie," he says in an eerily calm voice.

"No one. I tripped and fell down the stairs," I lie to him. This is becoming a problem.

"You suck ass at lying, you have a habit of biting your lip a certain way. So who was it? Your mom?"

"No," I answer too quickly hoping he doesn't notice but to my luck he does.

"Too quick. Now tell me, why the fuck would she hit on you?" he questions leaning in, so close I can feel his breath on my ear.

He pulls back waiting for an answer

"It was an accident, she was drunk," I try to defend her.

"God August, stop lying!" He slams his hands on the wall by my head causing me to flinch "When did this happen?" His expression softens when he sees the tears in my eyes.

I don't answer but stand there and suddenly my fingers are the most interesting thing in the world.

"Is that why you said you were busy today?" He asks softly this time

I let my tears flow but nodded lightly. He pulled me into his embrace, we stood like that for a few minutes before he pulled me into the bathroom.

"Sorry again," He told me while I got situated on the counter.

"It's not your fault," 

"I'm talking about the pebble,"

"Oh," I blush "Well that was definitely your fault," I laugh

"Wow. Way to make a guy feel better," He jokes

"I'm sorry," I tell him then kiss him on his jaw

"Don't tease me," He growls out at me. I blush at his reaction.

"You wanna go out somewhere?" he asks as he finishes up cleaning my cut.

"Sure. Anywhere would be better than here right now," I tell him

"Okay,"  He says walking out of my bathroom. I get up off the counter and follow him, to see that he is putting my clothes in a bag.

"What're you doing?" I question him

"I'm not letting the girl I like stay somewhere she's getting abused." He states seriously

"Okay," I say smiling while grabbing another bag to help pack.

All of my stuff fit into two duffel bags, I don't know which emotion should be stronger.
The proudness I have that I got it all to fit in only two bags or sadness that that's all I had and was able to get it in two duffel bags.

I don't care though.

Then it hit me. I was actually doing what I've been wanting to do for years.

I was running away.

"Jackson, I'm scared," I admit to him.

He smiled and me before pulling me in for a hug. "Don't worry babygirl. I got you, I won't eat anything or anyone hurt you,"

His words filled me with reassurance and I felt safe with him.
I knew he wouldn't let me down.

Then suddenly my bedroom door swings open, revealing a very pissed off version of the person, who's vagina I came out of.

"What the fuck? Who is this and what is going on?" She screams "Is this the boy you were with last night? What the hell is he doing in my house and why the hell is all of your shit in those bags?!"

She was acting like the madwoman that she is.

"Yeah, I'm the man she was with last night." Jackson says "And she's coming with me. I won't let her stay with a bitch that beats her own child. How the hell can you call yourself a mother?"

His eyes were dark with hatred. His fist was balled and his jaw was locked.

Was he gonna hit her?

Not saying I'd mind but at the same time she doesn't deserve that much energy.

I won't stoop to her level and I won't allow Jackson to either.

A/N: Soooo, how are you?

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